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Base_a Poem


I was standing with them before race

divine told us not to leave your base

this race began with the first breath

and would end with arrival of death

everyone ran fast as he could

lust of 'up' , many crushed own hood

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pulled others legs in rush of envy

never heard mourns neither their cry

drank blood , some became very giant

I was wondering at the starting point

they were hooting me, you lost race

harmony, love, care, I didn't leave base.

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© 2020 Muhammad Rizwan

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